Fated love: the unwanted bride

This time, Sylvan Cheney stayed in the hospital for a week.

He still handled all the company matters, large and small, but he didn’t go to the office; instead, he stayed in the hospital room.

He used to dislike hospitals very much, but he found that as long as he stayed obediently in the hospital, Jasmine Yale wouldn’t fuss over anything with him and would treat him like a patient.

Patients always get to enjoy special services.

She would bring him breakfast just like before, and even make him snacks by hand.

With this, Sylvan Cheney didn’t find staying in the hospital to be an annoying thing.

"President, I think your injury has healed quite a bit," Jasmine Yale reminded since he showed no signs of wanting to be discharged.

"Oh? Almost healed? There are still bruises on my leg." Sylvan Cheney frowned.

Jasmine Yale laughed angrily, "That’s normal, and those bruises will take a long time to fade. You can’t possibly stay in here forever, can you?"

"You’re right. Let’s go home later."

"I’ll ask Kade Yuvan to help with your discharge procedures."

"No need, I can do it myself."

Sylvan Cheney didn’t have any serious issue anyway, having rested for a week, he was already well.

Yukon Carbon was a gentle person, he didn’t hit hard.

Jasmine Yale helped him pack the clothes for discharge, along with cigarettes, lighters, and other miscellaneous items. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I’ll do it myself." Sylvan Cheney grabbed the things from her hand, "Pregnant woman, sit and rest for a bit."

"You still remember I’m pregnant? Before I was pregnant, I was the pampered Little Princess; now I’m pregnant and have become a maid."

"That’s my fault." Sylvan Cheney said with his head low and obediently.

"Alright, hurry up and pack. Kade Yuvan called and said there’s a meeting this afternoon that you need to attend."

"Okay."

Sylvan Cheney didn’t have many things, so he quickly packed everything. He didn’t allow others to come, there were only the two of them in the hospital room.

Probably because he didn’t want others to disturb him and Jasmine Yale, Sylvan Cheney packed by himself, drove himself back to his apartment.

Upon entering, the apartment was filled with the gentle scent of lavender, calming and peaceful.

Sylvan Cheney looked at the clean apartment and the neatly hung clothes and couldn’t help but ask, "Have you been here?"

"Came yesterday, tidied up a bit for you," Jasmine Yale felt it was nothing.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes moved slightly, complex emotions in his gaze.

He suddenly grabbed her hand, leaned down, and looked at her flushed face, "Thank you."

Jasmine Yale felt a bit uncomfortable, and smiled, "Why so distant."

"Being with you is my blessing." Sylvan Cheney raised his hand, his slender fingers gently swept her hair from her forehead, caressing her face with exceptional gentleness.

"Realized that now? When we fought, you said I was worthless, said everything. I’ve remembered."

"Forget it, let it go. Why remember childish things, you’re not that clever in the first place; keeping all these random things will make you even sillier."

"Childish things? Are you admitting you’re immature?"

"..."

Jasmine Yale smiled, pushed him aside, and walked into the room, "Just a simple tidy-up, not a hassle."

Sylvan Cheney guided the suitcase inside, "You’re pregnant; pregnant women should enjoy some comfort."

"Used to working hard, what’s there to enjoy, not like I’m a wealthy wife."

Jasmine Yale felt it was nothing, but it seemed Sylvan Cheney was quite conscious about it.